As I wrote in my last blog “A misspent youth” my brothers and I had the better part of a year to help our parents clear out many of the belongings that they’d stored up over the previous forty odd years on their farm. Not being an “heirloom kind of guy” I didn’t really cherish this task. I wondered to myself “why” I didn’t want some pieces of Mom and Dad’s estate, while other pieces held great interest and sentimental value.
Mom and Dad bought an old farm-house on a small acreage in 1968 for themselves and their young three sons. It had no indoor toilet, no furnace and no “curb appeal“. I was only two at the time so I don’t remember much of this, but thank God they owned a super eight movie camera and recorded much of these early “farm house times.” The house had previously been a stage-coach stopas well, with small rooms for overnight travelers. Needless to say, I grew up around antiques….lot’s of them...maybe that’s why I don’t really have a fond spot in my heart for them. Long story short, I found myself picking and choosing kind of weird thingsfrom the estate that I wanted and my brothers consented.
I wanted stuff that I spent a lot of time with and since I spent a lot of time outside as a kid I had some sort of weird emotional attachment to unconventional antiques. I found myself wanting stuff from their garage, the barn, the hog farrowing house and other buildings. I brought home pick-up truck load after pick-up truck loadof tools, old farm supply stuff, old sports equipment, old toys and the like. As long as I kept it out of our house, my wife was fine with it.
So there you have it…a brief view of what I like to reminisce with. I see it every morning when I back my truck out of the garage and see it every time I pull in, in the evening. It’s a touchstone, mostly ignored, but at times….I’ll just walk along the inside of the garage and these pieces take me back to my childhood, and a terrific one at that.
What things “take you back” to your childhood?
Just your average middle aged guy who has a wild imagination.